Considering most of you will read this on March 17th:
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Holy cow, I love St. Patrick's Day. I hope you are wearing green, people, because if you aren't, then you are just plum unpatriotic. PLUM.
I also love this day because I know that my dear Grandpa has his Irish flag o' flyin'! It's a ritual with him. It's pretty awesome. And he has the coolest outfit to go with it. Let's just say that pointy shoes have been known to be involved.
I have been thinking of wearing my "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" pin. But since the only places I need to go are work (everyone is taken) and the grocery store (everyone is creepy), I think I will just leave it at home.
But who knows? Some tall, dark and handsome fella could totally show up on my doorstep and I could run and put it on and we could get married.
So yes, yes I will leave the pin at home. I will be better prepared that way.
Okay, enough of that, let's get on to the second part of our Twisted Sisters Weekend! I call the subtitle of this posting "How Spinach Crab Dip Totally Changed My Life."
However, I do not have any pictures of the crab dip. We ate it really fast. But let's just say that it was life-changing and I could inhale that stuff EVERY SINGLE DAY. And I don't even like seafood.
Now this town, this town I could get used to. I love it.
There is something magnificent about this bridge.
And this place, this place I adore...
Don't you love this moment? It's that moment you first catch a glimpse of the ocean. Sublime.
Hello Pacific. I have missed you so.
The sea spray on my lens makes us look all hazy and glowy.
And it makes my hair look like a rock star.
Side note: Whose kid is that running down the beach and where are the parents? There are Great Whites out there.
Isn't she stunning?
Apparently I am perplexed. I am not sure why...
Side note: Holy Moses, I have a lot of freckles.
Claire's itty bitty feet.
Soaking it all up.
Looking for buried treasure. We came up short.
Very white Irish girls trying to get a tan...not very promising.
So, as you can see, the Twisted Sisters Weekend trip was a roaring success. ROARING. I can't wait to do it again!
Happy St. Patty's Day to all of you out there! I hope it is everything you want it to be.
And according to Dwight Schrute: "St. Patrick's Day is the closest that the Irish will ever get to Christmas."